Humor #767

Teacher: “Little Johnny, please spell the word ‘pole’.”

Little Johnny: “P-O-L.”

Teacher: “But what is at the end of it?”

Little Johnny: “Electrical Wires, but I can’t spell that yet.”

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A tourist was driving on a back road in Arkansas during a heavy rainstorm. He passed a cabin with a man sitting on the porch playing his fiddle.

“Why don’t you go inside on this rainy day?” the tourist asked.

“Because the roof leaks,” answered the fiddler.

“Well, then, why don’t you fix the roof?”

“Can’t fix a roof when it’s raining,” the fiddler answered.

“So, why don’t you fix the roof on a sunny day?”

“‘Cause the roof don’t leak on sunny days!” replied the fiddler.

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My mom is a less than fastidious housekeeper.

One evening my dad returned home from work, walked into the kitchen and teased her, “You know, dear, I can write my name in the dust on the mantel.”

Mom turned to him and sweetly replied,

“Yes, darling, I know. That’s why I married a college graduate.”

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My grandmother told me how she ended up marrying Grandpa.

She was in her 20s, and the man she was dating left for war.

“We were in love,” she recalled, “and wrote to each other every week. It was during that time that I discovered how wonderful your grandfather was.”

“Did you marry Grandpa when he came home from the war?” I asked.

“Oh, I didn’t marry the man who wrote the letters. Your grandfather was the mailman.”

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